Authors note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Weekend Bully: Part Four
Chapter One:
The all-night sex session organised by her pimp, Jermaine, had caused Cadey to re-evaluate her decision to quit. The 'conditioning' of her body and mind by two pairs of well-endowed black men had resulted in her becoming far more amenable to a long-term role as Jermaine's 'Shore Whore'.
Her biggest issues, previous to that session, had been not wanting to turn out like her mother, a home wrecker in Cadey's young eyes, and her aversion to having anything to do with the man who took so much pleasure from bullying her father. Now Cadey's only real concern about her summer job was her father finding out about it.
Since Mark, her father, worked Friday and Saturday nights over the weekend and then slept through most of the days it was during this time that she would meet clients. She found herself having to invent fictional parties and events to cover her absence's from the house and her own tiredness afterwards. Thankfully her father never questioned her truthfulness, he was just glad to see her out and having fun. The closest she came to being caught had been that morning when the two contractors she'd dubbed Cash and Priest had driven her back to Jermaine's, right next door to her own house. She'd come within minutes of being seen by her father entering the home of his 'weekend bully'. Cadey had been so out of it from exhaustion, she hadn't even realised the narrowness of her escape.
For the next few weekends of the summer, she went along with all of Jermaine's instructions. Meeting clients at their homes in the evening, returning to her own bed in the small hours of the morning. To ensure she didn't return to doubting her new role, Jermaine ensured that she ended up in his own bed at least once every weekend. The sixty-year-old black man possessed the body and stamina of a man decades younger. Added to this, he seemed to draw on his dislike for Cadey's father, using that negative emotion to fuel his natural aggression. The result being that he dominated the eighteen-year-old sexually, tying her to his will through rough passionate fucking and mind shattering orgasms. If Cadey could be said to be an addict, Jermaine occupied the role of her pusher.
One extra regret, on top of so many regarding her father she was carrying and burying deep inside, was that her new weekend activities meant she wasn't seeing as much of her two closest friends as she'd like. In High School, Khloe, Cadey and Melissa had been pretty much inseparable. From soccer camps, sleep overs and French tuition, where one was found, there the other two were as well. None of the girls were naïve enough to believe that things would remain the same indefinitely; Cadey was going to the city college in the fall, Melissa hadn't managed to get accepted so she was doing a year at a community college before reapplying the following year. Khloe didn't have the same ambitions as her friends. While Cadey and Melissa dreamed of leaving their small town behind, Khloe was satisfied to stay. Her father owned a hardware store, a launderette and a couple of other businesses in the town, Khloe, as the only child, knew she'd take them over one day and that was enough ambition for her.
Both Khloe and Melissa had summer jobs, Khloe at the hardware store, Melissa at her mother's salon, which kept them both busy during the week. They'd counted on hanging with Cadey on the weekends, enjoying their last summer together. Now that Cadey always seemed busy, that dream seemed over. Khloe had been fairly phlegmatic about it, reasoning that their friendship was going to change at the summers end anyway and that it had just happened sooner is all. Melissa was less rational however. She'd been jealous of Cadey getting the chance to leave before her, always seeing herself as first among equals in their group. Now the paper-thin excuses that Cadey kept coming up with, weekend after weekend, had become insulting in her eyes. Melissa hadn't wanted to call bullshit on them, not without proof, but she indulged in some serious eye rolling each time Cadey begged off from hanging out together.
Cadey wasn't indifferent to Melissa's mood and she didn't like the fact that she was letting down her two closest friends in this way.
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She sat on the curb outside her house, keeping tabs on cars driving by on the street. It was a Friday, just gone noon, and another spectacular sunny day by the shore. Cadey was just wearing a bikini top and a pair of shorts, leaning back to soak in the sun as she waited. The road surface had heated up and being barefoot meant the few times she'd gotten up to stretch, she'd had to perform a shuffling dance on the too warm asphalt.
It was too early for her father to come home, that would be hours still. Her two friends were at their own summer jobs as well. Which meant Cadey could only be waiting on one person.
She'd texted Jermaine, on the 'business' phone he'd given her, that morning.
'Can we talk'
she'd sent.
'There soon, talk then'
he'd answered.
Soon to Cadey's mind would have been maybe ten minutes, but apparently Jermaine had other ideas regarding time and over an hour passed with no sign of him. Ten minutes for a waiting teenager feels like an hour. Seventy-three minutes feels like eternity... times two.
"Oh my god" she groaned in frustration, pulling out her own phone and scrolling through Insta as a way of passing the time. Cadey had barely begun when the crunch of tyres on some loose stones made her look up, Jermaine's big hybrid SUV ghosting towards her. She got to her feet, following him down his driveway, waiting till the big black man got out.
"Hey" Jermaine greeted her, opening the rear door to retrieve a small suitcase.
